I am an empty glass bottle.others are full
others were once full
others will be fullbut now
I am an empty fool.I'm not plastic.
but
I am
so
empty
and
so
fragile.empty for I keep filling up others.
an empty fool.

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Poesíaa series of poems since don't you find ugly things pretty? 04/11/20 - 03/01/21